Hi there! Sorry I was gone for so long, but I was on vacation. I went up the east coast, stopping in New York City, Acadia national park, and Quebec City. Once we were through with Quebec, we went back to the US and on the way saw Niagara Falls. All in all, a wonderful week of yelling at a GPS. But now I'm back and ready to write!
Confusion swirled in my head as I looked at my surroundings. I was in what seemed to be a crowd of news reporters. They were all trying to shove their microphones at one person who was standing at a podium. This person looked strangely familiar, but from where I didn't know. Until he answered one of the questions being thrown at him. "We hope to release it around January." He said. I then realized who this was. It was Luke, but older. Probably 16 or 17.
He pointed to one of the reporters who asked, "What inspired you to create this new gaming system?" Luke thought for a moment and then replied, "When I was younger, I enjoyed inventing things and writing programs for fun. Then I realized, why not share this with everyone? So I did." He pointed to another reporter who asked, "How did you discover you could send objects into games?" they asked. "I first got the idea from one game I had been playing where I needed to find different fruits to restore my character's health. I wondered why they were so hard to find in the game, while in real life all you have to do is check your refrigerator. Then I thought, 'why shouldn't it be that easy?' after some prototypes and experiments, I had a finished product."
At that, all the reporters started to yell questions at once. Experiments? Is that all he thinks of the mess he got me into? Just a test? He finally pointed to another reporter who asked, "Did you have any support from family while you were creating it?" "No" he replied, "my parents were usually busy at work and I… never had any siblings." With that he started walking out the door, a mob of reporters following him.
Never had any siblings? But he had me. Had I ever gotten out of Minecraft? I must not have since he just denied my existence. How could my absence go unnoticed? How could anyone just fall off the face of the earth and no one would know?! "LUKE!" I yelled, "You liar, I'm right here!" but it was too late. He was already out the door and the mob of reporters remained. They turned around and stared at me until one of them said, "How did an enderman get in here?" they all suddenly changed and looked like Steve. They came toward me saying "quick! Kill it!" I looked down at my hands and sure enough, they were long black sticks. "Wait!" I yelled, "I'm not really an enderman!" they all drew swords and cornered me. "WAIT!"
I jerked my eyes open and sat up, breathing fast. It was a dream.
I was in my bed in the lair. Scree, ben, and temperance were in the corner trying to get frank to eat rotten flesh, for reasons unknown. "Come on, buddy, you need health and this is all we've got." Ben said. "You know he's not gonna eat that, right?" I asked with as much sarcasm as I could muster. They all jumped and turned around only to see that I was awake. Then they all yelled things like, "KATE! YOU'RE AWAKE!" or "YES! I KNEW YOU WEREN'T DEAD!" only when they yelled did I realize I had a horrible headache.
Trying to ignore the pulsing in my head, I stood up and said, "I'm right here, you don't have to yell." I half-walked-half-limped over to them. "Chickens eat seeds, not rotting flesh…why would you…feed him…" I suddenly felt woozy and my vision darkened again. the last thing I heard was ben say, "guys, catch her! I think she's gonna-"